Neither Reardon nor his wife spoke.
‘Of course,’ went on Milvain, looking at the former, ‘if you had rather I left it alone—’
‘I had much rather. Please don’t say anything about it.’
There was an awkward silence. Amy broke it by saying:
‘Are your sisters in town, Mr Milvain?’
‘Yes. We came up two days ago. I found lodgings for them not far from Mornington Road. Poor girls! they don’t quite know where they are, yet. Of course they will keep very quiet for a time, then I must try to get friends for them. Well, they have one already—your cousin, Miss Yule. She has already been to see them.’
‘I’m very glad of that.’
Amy took an opportunity of studying his face. There was again a silence as if of constraint. Reardon, glancing at his wife, said with hesitation:
‘When they care to see other visitors, I’m sure Amy would be very glad—’
‘Certainly!’ his wife added.